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ladylooch · 8 months

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 22

A/N: This was so self indulgent at the time... ahahaha I wrote this on that day and was literally panicking all day. He wasn't traded, but we still knew it would come. Then when I was getting close to posting this chapter, he actually was traded, and then I couldn't post it cause I was so fucking divested. Man. We have come a long way since last summer.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing, Angst

Trade Deadline day of 2022 may be the death of me.

Kevin is currently at practice while I’m drowning in every trade rumor that spreads across the ticker bar on NHL Network. Highly reliable reporters are spilling their sources’ secrets all over Twitter. Each breaking news announcement makes a lump push against my esophagus, threatening to consume me with its pressure. At least this will all be over in about 6 hours.

Before he left this morning, Kevin reiterated to me to stay off social media. I agreed that I would, but made no commitment to keeping the TV off. He also reminded me that him and General Manger Billy Guerin have a handshake agreement to discuss his next contract after the season is over. This agreement was made after Kevin’s rough stretch of games in November. Billy called him to his office and told Kevin to relax. The pieces would shake out the way they would, he just needed to focus on hockey. Whether this understanding is good or bad for Kevin remains to be seen.

The reality of it all is that the money will have to be at the exact right price if Kevin is to stay with the Wild. Considering how negotiations went last summer, and an even bigger cap crunch, I am incredibly uncertain as to where we will be next year. The high possibility remains that this is our last season in Minnesota. The reality of that creates a deep ache in the threads of my soul. The fact that we are even having these worries while Kevin is having another career year feels incredibly unfair.

The door to our apartment opens and Kevin strolls in casually. He’s on the phone and panic begins to bubble up in my chest. He wiggles two fingers at me in acknowledgement around the keys in his other hand.

“Jaký byl tvůj víkendový výlet?” He speaks into the phone. I recognize the Czech language, but none of the words, and that confirms he is talking to a family member. I stare intently at him, getting on my knees on the couch. Kevin tosses his keys into the bowl and kicks off his Adidas before moving into the kitchen. He sets his container of food on the counter and leans against it, listening to the person on the other end. His top teeth nibble distractedly on his bottom lip. As he does so, his brown eyes connect with mine and he raises his eyebrows in question.

“Who is that?” I mouth to him.

“Mom.” He responds.

Their conversation continues in Czech as I wait and stare. Kevin’s eyes dance in amusement at me, distracted by my persistence. He licks his lips, walking over to the couch and dropping a kiss on my mouth. He mutes his phone to speak to me while his mom’s voice continues to come through the speaker.

“I haven’t been traded.” He assures me, picking up on my interest in the conversation. “Just talking about their ski trip to the alps.” He walks back to the counter, unmuting the phone to respond to his mom. “Sněhová nadílka musí být letos dobrá?”

With Kevin’s certainty, I back off and slump into a sitting position on the couch. Kevin begins to eat his pre-game chicken, rice, and broccoli while conversing with his mom. The sound of his light laughter connects with my ears and I frown. How is he so nonchalant about this day while I feel like my insides are aggressively being torn apart? What is his secret to not giving a crap? I need it desperately.

"Sbohem, mami.” I know this means goodbye, so I throw a look at Kevin over my shoulder. “Damn, Maggie nailed this today.” Kevin insists, shoving another big bite into his mouth. Maggie is the team’s chef who caters to all the boys' culinary needs. Kevin prefers for her to make his pre-game meals so he can focus on important things like napping. “Come taste this.” He ushers me over to where he is standing. I get up, walking over to him. He pulls me closer by my hip and hands me the fork. While I stab a bite together, he studies me. His tongue runs along the inside of his lip while he does so. “How ya doing?”

“Horrible. Thanks for asking.” He chuckles at me, watching as I put the fork in my mouth and chew. “It’s great as usual. She is so good with flavor.”

“Yeah. So why are you all worked up? I told you that Billy and I talked.”

“Yeah I know. But I’ve been thinking. What if a team comes in with this insane offer he can’t refuse?”

“Then I guess maybe I would be. It would have to be a pretty significant offer though.” He shrugs his shoulders, again looking unfazed. I roll my eyes, instantly frustrated that he is so dismissive of the anxieties I'm having.

“Oops I forget, we are Team No Worries today.” I step away from his arm around my waist and turn to walk out of the kitchen. My annoyance flares more at the sound of his light laughter again.

“Baby.” He calls, “look at me.” I resist at first, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “Samantha.” He sing-songs to me, trying to keep the tension from absorbing us. Finally, I slide my gaze to him. “It’s going to be okay.” I stare at his brown eyes. I know he believes this, but I can’t jump onto that feeling with him today. Not until after the deadline. So I nod, knowing Kevin doesn’t believe it as he releases a heavy sigh. He stabs his fork into his food and mutters in Swiss German under his breath.

My gaze goes back to the TV, watching the analysts discuss a new pending trade call between the Rangers and the Panthers. It’s someone I’m not familiar with. I can hear Kevin moving around in the kitchen behind me. Eventually, he comes to sit with me on the couch with a glass of water.

“Can we not watch this?” He asks me, scrolling on his phone.

“I want to.” Kevin purses his lips in annoyance at me. “We have other rooms in this apartment you can go to.” I snip at him.

“Why are you so upset with me?” He snaps, holding his arms out in frustration. “I haven’t done anything to deserve this attitude from you.”

“You’re gaslighting me into thinking I’m overreacting.”

“You are overreacting.” He insists, getting a touch louder. “I’ve told you: Billy and I talked. My agent and I also talked. There is no concern today. You’re feeding into the rumor mill and not trusting me.” He places his hand on my thigh. The anger directed towards him dissipates at his touch. I push out a calming breath.

“I hate this. I hate all the uncertainty on what’s going to happen. It’s making me crazy. I just want to know what this is going to look like. Where are we going to be at this time next year? Is it here? Is it somewhere else?” I close my eyes and shake my head at him. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore. Even after today, it won’t disappear. How much longer do we have to live like this?”

“At least a couple more months.” His tone is soft and understanding.

“I just want to know. That’s it. I just want a decision.” Kevin nods his head empathetically.

“I get that, but you know I can't join you there. Not during the season. If you need to watch this, then that’s your choice. But I can’t when I have to play tonight.” He stands then comes to drop a quick kiss on my lips. He silently leaves the room, heading to our bedroom. The soft click of the door announces our separation. For some reason, that makes me feel worse.

I continue to watch the trade coverage for the next few hours. Excitedly enough, the Wild are involved in several trades, but every time I see the announcement and their logo, my throat constricts painfully tight. Kevin stays in our room, tucked away for safe keeping until It’s time to leave for the game tonight. The last, big news of the day for the Wild seemingly revolves around Marc-Andre Fleury. The analysts begin speculating that Kevin may be involved in the trade. Panic swells in my veins. Chicago was not in the forefront of my brain. The idea makes a sour scrunch come to my face. I wouldn’t touch Chicago with a ten foot pole right now.

I feel out of control as I drink in every word of their speculation. But they don’t know. We won’t know until the final paperwork has been submitted. I close my eyes, leaning my head back on the couch cushion and feel the anxiety consume my body. The blood pounds through my veins, making my body feel as though it is vibrating with each heart beat.

I am not in control. We will be okay.

I feel air moving close to my face, then Kevin’s lips press to my forehead. Next, they go to my temple, then to my cheek, skirting along my jaw bone. His shirt tickles my hair as he leans further forward, pressing our lips together tightly. He’s here now. Does this mean the speculation is true? Did Billy call him?

“You are too beautiful to be this stressed.” He murmurs.

“I don’t know how you are so calm about this.”

“Last time I was traded, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m not afraid. I wish you weren’t.” I shake my head, unable to put into words all that I’m feeling. I wish I wasn’t too. I wish I felt a sense of security and peace that whatever is next is what’s best for us. I don’t. Instead, fear of the unknown is choking me until I can barely pull in shallow breaths. "You’re making it worse by watching this.” He insists to me. A moment later, I hear the TV click off.

“Hey. Put it back on.” I snap at him, reaching for the remote.

“You’re done for today.”

“There is still a half hour until the deadline.” He shrugs, then brings both his hands up, skimming across my arms until they rest on my chest. He gives my breasts a tight squeeze. I bite back the moan that pushes into my throat. His thumbs brush against my now hardened nipples. Involuntarily, my eyes close and I lick my lips, letting on just how good it feels. “I’m going to help you relax.” His hands come to the edge of my shirt, lifting it to exposure my bra to him. Luckily for us both, the clasp is in the front. The cups fall away, exposing perfectly, rosy nipples. Kevin sighs behind me, getting closer so our lips can connect easier. His fingers swipe across the sensitive peaks and the moan becomes too forceful to keep in.

“Kev…” It’s meant to be firm but instead comes out soaking in desire.

“Shh.” He whispers against my lips, fingers moving again. His tongue dashes into my mouth at the same time his movements increase. Wetness is pooling between my legs, so I open them to showcase my need. My hand goes to the back of his neck, holding his mouth to mine. My tongue dances with his in perfect sync. His thumbs and pointer fingers tighten against my nipples, squeezing them into submission. My back arches further into his hands and he spreads his fingers, taking my full breasts completely into them. His thumbs dance over the tips again. I shiver in pleasure as his mouth pulls away from mine.

“Come here.” He opens his arms to me. I stand on the couch, shedding my shirt and bra, leaving them long forgotten on the floor. I throw my arms over his shoulders. He pauses, grabbing my right breast and pulling me to his mouth with a firm grip on my ass.

“Oh.” I cry out, head tilting back, chest rising and falling rapidly. His tongue circles my nipple and then he pulls it completely into his mouth. He sucks and laps at me until my knees feel weak. My mouth rests on the top of his head, pressing kisses to his scalp, encouraging him to continue. When he moves away, the afternoon light glistens across my wet nipple, shining a beacon on his work.

“Ready?” He murmurs, before wrapping his arms around my waist, lifting me over the cushions and into his chest. My bare breasts dance against his shirt as he walks. His straining erection teases me; the barriers of our pants too much for the state of arousal I’m in. “Hold onto me, baby.” He reminds me as he enters our bedroom. I’m not sure if he’s reminding me about now or the contract situation. The shades are open to accept the light, so when he sets me down, the sunlight highlights my naked features to him.

“Take this off.” I insist, shoving his Wild shirt up his abdomen. He does so, exposing the rigid muscles of his torso. “Fuck.” I murmur running my nails along the divots, salivating at getting to have him like this. My fingers move to the waistband of his pants, shoving them down. His erection thrusts out at me. I run my fingers along the thick, hard shaft, causing him to sigh in pleasure. His hands practically rip my pants from my legs after that. I laugh at him, but it doesn’t last long. His lips are on my inner thigh, instantly trailing towards our favorite place. My fingers thread through his hair as he pauses, taking in the view.

“Your pussy is incredible.” I bite my bottom lip as he places a kiss on my pubic bone. His lips press delicate kisses all along my lips, teasing me, making me ache and cry out until his mouth finally encloses over my clit. My head snaps back and my fingers curls into his brown locks. One of his hands comes to grab my free one and I squeeze his fingers tightly. I can’t help but move my hips into his face, which makes him moan in response. “So hot, baby.” He insists, tugging my hips tighter to his face. His tongue dashes deeper into my clit, making the pressure build unbearably tight. Every muscle in my body clenches. I squeeze the parts of Kevin touching me and then release all at once.

“Ohmygod!” I yell then moan deep in my chest. Kevin licks me through my orgasm, causing me to jerk then shove him deeper. I’ve barely caught my breath before he is flipping me to my stomach, pulling my hips up high into the air. His first plunge is quick and deep. He gives me no time to adjust to his thickness. His thrusts are rough and demanding, requiring me to take him quietly and without protest.

“Good job, baby.” He whispers in my ear as he connects his chest with my back, driving deeper still until my cervix tingles in slight protest. “Tell me if it’s too much.” I immediately shake my head fiercely.

“Don’t stop.” I force out through gritted teeth.

“That’s my girl.” He grins and lets out a confident laugh. He knows how good he is in bed.

He stands back to his full height, slapping my ass gently and then gripping my hips tighter to drive faster. The bed squeaks in dissent. Our heavy breathing fills the room just as my second orgasm descends over me. I fall into the comforter, letting it catch my scream. Kevin fucks me through this wave and well into the next one already building. When that one is complete, he pulls out of me, kissing up my spine to the base of my neck. He nibbles at my skin there then taps my thigh for me to flip over again. His mouth comes to my pulsing clit and licks. I whimper at how sensitive it is and he softens his laps. When I’m back to the wetness he wants, he pulls back, grabbing my legs and putting my heels on his shoulders. His strong hands come under my butt, lifting my hips as he slides into me.

“Ahhh fuck. You are perfect. So damn perfect.” He hisses out through gritted teeth as he slowly moves in and out of me. My arms go to the side, allowing my breasts to bounce the way he likes them to. He grins, then gnaws on his bottom lip. His teeth snap tighter together and his mouth practically snarls as he takes in the view.

My cheeks and chest are flushed; I’m withering desperately beneath his hands. Despite the trade deadline, Kevin Fiala is having a great day.

“Touch yourself.” He insists to me, watching my hand come between my legs, lightly rubbing myself to my fourth orgasm.

As my fingers stroke, my eyes don’t leave his face. His jaw tightens, cheeks sucking in slightly; I can tell he is holding back. He wants to come, but he’s waiting for one more from me. I can feel it building, a little softer, less intense than the others, but just as exquisite. I surrender to it, arching my back as much as he will let me with his vise-like grip on my hips. When he’s confident I’m through, he finally allows himself to release, shooting deep into me with a long, profound moan. His chest heaves as he lets go of my legs. I spread them wide so he can fall towards me beneath him. He gently sets himself over me, connecting our lips immediately. His kisses are soft, nothing like the franticness of before. Both my hands run through his brown hair while my legs rest loosely against his butt.

“I love you.” I tell him in between our soft smooches.

“Mmm, I love you too, baby.” I trace the outline of his swollen lips with the tip of my pointer finger. They tilt into a smile under my touch. “It’s after 2:00pm.”

“And you’re still a Wild player.” I murmur, cocking my head to the side. He feigns shock then snickers at me.

“Technically, I might not be. My phone is in the other room. That would be quite the phone call.” He brings his hand up to his ear like he’s taking a call. “Hey Billy, sorry I missed your 18 phone calls. I was fucking my hot fiancé. What’s up?” I roll my eyes at him, cheeks turning a little pink.

“Stop.” I mumble, running my hands up to his shoulders, resting them against his firm muscles.

“Sex that good should be talked about.” He insists, kissing the corners of my mouth.

“Yeah? So you talk about me in the locker room?” I ask him. He sits back on his knees, looking down at me spread before him to accommodate his body.

“No. I know better.” He shakes his head, eyes serious.

“Mmm.”

“But…” He trails off as one of his fingers slides against my still sensitive folds. I chomp on my lip and wiggle against his finger. He removes it then dances his other hand up my body, briefly skimming my right nipple, then resting close to my mouth. His thumb comes to my bottom lip, pulling it slightly down with heavy eyes. “If I were to say something, it would be praising your mouth.” I slide my tongue out, licking his thumb then sucking it into my mouth. My teeth lightly scrape against his skin and he breathes out an angsty “Fuck.”

“What’s so good about my mouth?” I ask him while knowing exactly what he means. I can feel his erection building against me again. It teases my thigh making my inner muscles clench again.

“Where to start…?” He trails off, pausing for a moment, again taking in the sight of me splayed before him. I shimmy further down the bed so his erection is within reach. My fingers grip his shaft and tug at him as he thinks. His eyes are dilating again, his core muscles straining as he tries to remain composed. “You do this thing with your tongue that I swear pulls my soul straight out of my body. And you’re never shy about how deep you can take me. In fact, I think the deeper I am the better you like it.”

“That’s true. I love the taste of you.” I insist, shifting to get on my knees. He immediately backs off so he is standing next to the bed. I set my face right in front of his dick. It twitches at my proximity. I gently flick the tip of my tongue against the slit in his head. “Keep going.” I encourage, wrapping my hand strongly around the base, tugging upwards. His balls tighten against my hand and I grin. He’s already close and I haven’t even started.

“Um… Ah…” He begins but trails off when my lips press against his head. His hand goes to the back of my head and he eases me down. I take him fully and stay there until his pressure on the back of my head releases, then I slowly rise, dragging my tongue the entire length of him. “That. Definitely that.” He moans as I swirl my tongue against his head, dipping into the crease at the top. My tongue traces the curves of him, then I take him most of the way in my mouth, sucking and licking and squeezing him into submission. “Baby.” Kevin cries to me. I know I have him exactly where I want him.

“What else.” I ask during a brief moment where my mouth is empty.

“Fucking everything. Keep going, baby.” His voice is frantic, so I move again.

As I do, noises and begging comes from his lips in several of his languages. Most prominently is Czech. I have to hold back the smile forming on my lips because I want him to finish. I give him one final tug, then suck his head tight and swirl my tongue along the pulsing skin. He comes fiercely into my mouth. His hands grip my head tight as he sways into the bed at the power of his orgasm. I take every last drop of him in my mouth. When he opens his eyes to take me in, I release him. I sit up on my knees then show him every ounce of him on my tongue. I curl my tongue back in and swallow, falling back onto the bed like the damn queen I am.

“That noteworthy, Kev?” I tease him. He still looks lost as his chest rises and falls rapidly with his eyes locked on my bouncing breasts. When he looks back at my face, his grin is infectious.

“So… Ah… What are you doing for the rest of your life?” He wonders, eyes still molten with desire.

“You.”

“Fuck. Lucky me.”

#letters in your last name au #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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brainrotdotorg · 11 months

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how would a cindyliz meet cute go??? the only major interaction they've had is the fact that cindy made an art piece where some of liz's colleagues were murdered. in fact, she used some of their blood. How Do You Even Begin To Talk About That.

all i can think of is that after evrart lets the union back out, liz, at eugene's persistent request, comes down to the whirling for a drink. its non-alcoholic, because eugene has alaine to deal with, sans titus and everyone else. still, they could all use the company.

they watch cindy tend to the mural outside. when liz asks why, eugene says she's been up keeping it for the whole week, and no-one has stepped into stop her. eugene watches her with a mix of appreciation of a fellow artist and subdued anger, cus if anyone is going to make grieving art it should be him.

Liz and cindy talk, somehow it leads to the Disco Elysium (as in, the anodic dance club), liz… does not pass the composure check to dance , but is drawn to egghead and wants to learn more about his music Egghead...is either egghead or has one of those rare moments of lucidity to remind Liz of What Is Important. Tiago ominously agrees, and reveals that he was talking to noid who was talking to cindy who was talking to...steban! Surprise!!! the studcoms are here too.

He, Liz, and Soona (hi soona) talk about the swallow and Harry’s involvement in it, both about how he helped found the club and how he might have been involved in the church raid (prime time for liz to talk about how she feels about ruby!)

eventually wirral pops up. Soona either co-dms with steban. Eugene Is There because I want him to be a bard. Eventually steban recruits liz to the reading group.

This is less a cindyliz plot and more a ‘get this girl some friends’ plot But Do You See My Vision

GOD I SEE YOUR VISION SO BEAUTIFULLY AND CLEARLY..... YOUR BRAIN IS FUCKING MASSIVE..... i need all of this to be real so badly crying into my pillow. i appreciate you throwing your fellow eugene-lover a bone by making him a wirral bard i think that would be delightful.

i am a cindyliz person as well and i think they would get along. so fucking well. and you are SO right how do you even talk to someone who has painted with the blood of your dead friends. like . god man .

the little game of telephone between tiago to noid to cindy to steban is also fun i want to make up a six degrees of kevin bacon game but for everyone in elysium

and YES liz getting to state her opinions on ruby!! like fuck!! the only two hardie girls and we dont know how they feel about each other!!!!!!!

in any case i just want to see cindy and liz have a dance date please and thank you. girl get some friends!!!!!!!

#disco elysium #god im just looking at this ask and thinking about how delightful this idea is

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tuiyla · 1 year

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And That’s What Your Really Missed S1E3 Acafellas

So I started listening to Showmance and those old recap episodes and what I thought would be fun is to listen to Showmance’s coverage of episodes before the And That’s What You Really Missed one comes out. That way I’m really able to hear the difference or lack thereof that nearly three years of distance makes for Jenna and Kevin. I can’t promise to do a summary like this for every episode but I listened to both podcast eps on Acafellas today so here goes my recap of two recaps.

First off, Jenna and Kevin are doing an A/B/C plot structure from now on instead of a scene-by-scene recap, which I wholeheartedly support. It flows much better and cuts the awkwardness by at least 30%. They talked about dreading it but have a better opinion than they thought they would, and I can confirm they were overall less happy about Acafellas during their Showmance episode. Even back then they highlighted the Mercedes plot being the best part, including Bust Your Windows.

What was new/different:

They talk about being in Australia when Acafellas premiered, something they didn’t touch on at all in Showmance. Recounts of nights out, hangovers, and the enthusiasm of Australian fans.

John Lloyd Young, who played no-thumbed Henri St. Pierre was Lea Michele’s boyfriend at the time. Did not know that.

Cheyenne Jackson was supposed to play Dakota Stanley but got the flu. He later went on to play Dustin Goolsby.

More of an appreciation for the adult storyline - well, not appreciation. They just get it more why the show decided to have a Will/adults A plot. Even in Showmance they talked about these early episodes playing to established strengths like Matt Morrison’s boyband past.

They mentioned less of the Unholy Trinity’s/Quinntana’s scheming here and in Showmance they noted how cruel they were for setting Mercedes up for failure. They also didn’t spend as much time talking about the Sandy of it all.

Some of the talking points touched on during both podcast episodes:

Shelby Shum being one of the Vocal Adrenaline dancers.

Kevin and Amber bonding over loving Jazmine Sullivan and suggesting they covered her songs.

They highlighted the Quinntana duo and Naya having more to do during both eps; in Showmance they lamented that Dianna and Naya didn’t get to act together as much later on. Big mood.

Overall I think they talked more about Kurtcedes in Showmance as well but they again emphasized how great a friend Mercedes is and how big a deal Kurt’s coming out was. Also talked about Amber and Hemo melting blowing everyone away with their singing/dancing respectively.

Tartie takes:

Cringe moment: dancing, Acafellas, straight vibes

Favourite song: Bust Your Windows, ofc

Best line: Sue’s armpits and smelling of failure line

Best performance from a prop: vomit into the trashcan/rock in the windshield

Didn’t age well: Sandy/Dakota’s insults

Shit we found on TikTok:

This one was strange, it was just a TikTok pointing out funny side character names in the credits like Super Gay Warbler and Other Gay Warbler in season 6. No real commentary on it other than it’s funny.

The TikTok segment still feels unnecessary but I like the flow of the pod better now. I also don’t know if this is a very recent thing but Kevin’s audio is decidedly better than it was at the beginning. They might have recorded this one at the studio. They teased this week’s guest episode at the end and I can only assume it’ll be Mike O’Malley. Could be Dianna based on the Preggers buildup and Chris already having guessed but they mentioned the Kurt plot of the next ep, not the Quinn one, hence my Burt guess.

#and that's what you really missed #atwyrm recap #again can't promise to do this for every ep #but i hope anon who said they liked the pod summary posts likes this one #showmance #glee

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anime-lover-forever-1127 · 2 years

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Klaroline ABC - Allure of Darkness

Allure of Darkness

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. This is only a fanfiction, it is a piece of nonprofit work - that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries". All of the characters come from the original work, a lot of the lines/text/scenes come from it as well. Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. To fit the story, images can/are also edited (usually by me) using various apps and websites. So these images aren't mine; just edited a lot of the time.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and/or publish it onto any other website.

Warnings: mild Elena bashing, I am writing this through Klaroline tinted glasses - well being high on Klaroline ;) (This is a Joke - Know it kind of ruins the joke - But to be clear I'm not really high), Spoilers for The Vampire Diaries Season 4 Episode 17, Some angst - because this was the episode that Klaus was a complete jerk to Caroline (And regretted it literally as soon as the words left his mouth)

Word Count: 2.1k

Prompt/Summary: Allure of Darkness ~ Do I really need to say more?... Yeah, I may need to... It's basically me writing (So you can really feel it) my version of the "Allure of Darkness" (and two more) scene(s) with a lot of Klaroline.

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Today's Special

"The dance between darkness and light will always remain— the stars and the moon will always need the darkness to be seen, the darkness will just not be worth having without the moon and the stars."

~C. JoyBell C.

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"Don't underestimate the allure of darkness, Stefan." I said, my eyes meeting Caroline's as she glanced at me, her finger pausing on the corner of the page, unable to continue its action. "Even the purest hearts are drawn to it."

I completely tuned out Stefan, my senses only focused on the blond beauty next to the bookcase.

Her heart beat had sped up, but her chest stopped moving as her breath got caught in her lungs.

I couldn't stop my lips from turning up in a triumphant smile, my words clearly had an effect on her.

Stefan broke the tension in the room that was beginning to generate by laughing it off.

"Still, I'm sure it'll all be fine." I said casually, letting my hands drop to my lap.

Caroline snapped out her trance, "I- I think I found something." She said, struggling to regain her composure, but she couldn't keep out the breathlessness from her voice, not completely.

She carried the large book over to the desk, "Symbolic Figures In The Dark Arts. Didn't Bonnie talk about Expression Triangles?" She asked. "Here."

I sat up straighter, didn't Kol go on about Expression Triangles, and how witches on Expression were no different than rabid animals.

Caroline pointed at a large, intricate drawing of a triangle. Stefan glanced at the text on the other page, "In some schools of magic such as Expression, human sacrifice can be used as a focus for power. It is rumored that the addition of two supernatural sacrifices compounds the mystical energy, creating an Expression Triangle."

Caroline's fingers trailed over the pages, "Humans", she said, pointing at the top of the triangle, "That was the council fire." Her finger then traveled to another symbol, "Demons, Klaus' hybrid failures."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a failure." I scoffed, "What's the third?"

Caroline's eyes widened as she brought her hands to her mouth, "Oh, no."

My eyes glanced at the page, and let out a huff. This wouldn't be good.

The Bennett witch was missing, and Silas likely had his claws in the teenage love sick witch that would once again so everything to ensure bloody Elena Gilbert's happiness.

"Bloody witches." I cursed.

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Caroline and I were walking through the woods, towards the location of one of the potential sights of the last sacrifice.

For the past five minutes she kept trying to convince me to let her lead, "I just want to see where we are."

"You know, when we split up you did have the option of going with Stefan." I reminded her, not looking up from my phone. As simple as the suggestion was, I was glad she had chosen to come with me.

Ripper Stefan may have saved my life, but currently, I wouldn't trust him with a goldfish, because unless the fish suddenly transformed into Elena Gilbert, Stefan would hardly pay it any intention. So I had absolutely no desire to intrust Caroline's safety to him, when we had a two thousand year old immortal on the loose.

"Yeah? And leave Bonnie's life in your hands? Fat chance." Caroline scoffed. "Do you even know how to read a map?" She asked.

I slid my phone into my pocket and rolled my eyes. "Yes," Honestly, I was alive when the notion of maps were invented, I was alive as continents were newly discovered. "And do you know who taught me? My friend Magellan."

"Wow! You had a friend." The blond said, in a fake amazed voice. "Was he drawn to your darkness, too?"

I smirked, my words had stuck with her. They are having a lasting effect on her. "Actually, I was referring to Damon and Elena when I said that," I teased, poking around to see just how deep those words had hit. "but clearly it struck a chord with you."

"It's because it's not true!" She denied, not even believing her own lie. "There is no allure to darkness."

I stopped walking and turned around to look her in the eyes. "Really?" I asked in disbelief. "So you've never felt the attraction that comes when someone who's capable of doing terrible things for some reason cares only about you?" This wasn't about the doppelganger or her brother of the week. This is about us.

"I did once," She admitted, allowing me to hope, but she crushed it with what she said after, "but it turns out some people can't be fixed. People who do terrible things are just terrible people."

I forced myself to put on my usual mask of indifference, because if I didn't, she would clearly see the hurt I felt when she took back her words.

"We're here," I sold her in an hard voice, causing her to flinch slightly, "although judging by the lack of witches, here is not the correct location."

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Sunlight was beginning to shine through the trees when I finally finished digging all 12 gravels. Caroline was sitting on a rock nearby, lost in thought about what she just did.

[Klaus and Caroline are in the woods. It's daylight. Klaus shoves a shovel into the ground while Caroline sits nearby.]

"There. Twelve graves for twelve witches." I said, throwing the shovel aside. "Like it never happened." I rolled down my sleeves and turned to face her, the broken look on her face nearly made me stop what I was about to say, but she needed to know exactly what her actions caused. "Only it did happen, and now Silas has everything he needs to open the gates to hell on earth."

"You were just gonna let Bonnie die." Caroline argued, trying to justify her actions.

" I know arithmetic isn't your strong point," I said, stalking towards her, "but one is still less than twelve."

Caroline stood up, angry, "Yeah, but that one is my best friend."

"You tell yourself whatever you need to so you can sleep at night." I said, giving her a cruel smile.

Caroline's eyes widened as what I said finally put her past the denil and angry stage and straight into the depression as the dreadful realization of her actions kicked in, "I just killed twelve people."

She began to gasp for breath, as tears began to well in her eyes.

"Hey." I said, placing my hands on her arms to still her,"Hey. You look like you're in need of comfort."

Caroline gave me a shaky nod, and raised her head to look me in the eyes, her wide blue eyes, glossing over with unspilled tears nearly made me stop, but the wound of her denial from only hours ago was still fresh, and fueled my angry, pushing me onward as I smiled cruelly at her, "Why don't you find someone less terrible you can relate to?"

Caroline paused for a moment, turning her face away from me so I wouldn't see her tears fall, and flashed away from the clearing.

I felt a lump form in my throat and regret claw at my chest as I smelled her lingering scent, for once my newfound hybrid scenes were a curse as I picked up on the lingering scent of the salt from her tears.

I let out a chuckle, the kind of laugh you let out when you can do nothing but laugh at your own foolishness.

I should know the allure of darkness the best, after all darkness and light can only coexist. You can't have darkness without light, but without the darkness, the light can't truly shine.

Despite everyone's contrary beliefs, it wasn't just her light that drew me to her, but the darkness that danced underneath that light that intrigued me.

When she's no longer tied down by the ones she calls friends, or their judgment, she'll make a magnificent vampire.

I know she will.

And I wanna be by her side and see it happen.

I want to be there with her.

Be by her side, every step of the way.

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[Glimpse Behind The Curtains, Into Caroline's Thoughts]:

"I did once," Caroline admitted, caught up in the little world that was just them for a single moment.

Where there was no doe-eyed elena to remind her that Klaus killed her Aunt Jenna and turned her into a walking blood bag.

That she was expected, that she was supposed to bury down her feelings for Klaus; will Elena walk around Damon, who Caroline still had nightmares about. when I thought he was worth it,

"but it turns out some people can't be fixed." Caroline added, quickly reminding herself that she couldn't let those feelings out. She saw a hint of hope in his eyes, that made what she said only worse.

She hated knowing that she was crushing his heart, but she knew if there was a single crack in the dam, the rest of them would just flood out.

And she couldn't deal with that now.

Not now.

Not with Elena wanting the cure, and Bonnie in danger. She had to push it all back, all for her friends. "People who do terrible things are just terrible people."

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Yes, I did basically recycle that summary. Who actually caught me from the beginning?

But yeah, easily one of my favorite lines from The Vampire Diaries, and even this ship. But mostly because I believe that it could actually apply to Caroline as well. (and there's definitely an appeal there - I so much as see a "Dark Klaus" or "Dark Caroline" tag, and my finger is clicking before I even read the summary). I was originally going to make it third person, but I thought it would be much better to see it from Klaus' eyes. (And I couldn't help but start writing Caroline's thoughts in there as well, so I figured it would be a fun little thing to throw in underneath it, since I already wrote it).

I also don't get how (More like why) Klaus screwed up the golden opportunity to get closer to Caroline (Especially considering he dug 12 graves for her that night). But if anyone actually saw the scene for even a second you could see that he regretted it the SECOND the world left his mouth!

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!

#klaroline #Klaroline ABC #Klaus Mikaelson #Caroline Forbes #Klaus #Caroline #tvd #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries fanfiction #fanfiction #Vampires #Hybrids #Witches #Bonnie #Mild Elena Bashing #Stefan Salvatore #KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!

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OMG OK SO IM GONNA TALK ABOUT KEVIN

augh where do i even start hes just so silly and wet cat core i can't help but love him!! hes so caring for the people he loves i need to be in his arms RN!!!!! i love the all american prophet scene sm, hes just so cute!! hes constantly moving around and dancing during that scene, its my fav scene from the entire musical.

i also really really like the coffee scene hes just so disheveled like the tie and everything hes so clean and perfect up until then its so 😻😻😻 ALSO HE STIMS A LOT!!! HE FLAPS HIS HANDS A LOT (especially during the hell dream scene) AUGGHH ITS SO CUTE I NEED TO EXPLODE HIM.

hes very egotistical at the beginning of the musical, but im so proud of him because he improves so much by the end :33 hes very gay and autistic coded but thats a topic for another day anyway heres a silly clip of him teehee

#my friends r so sick of me talking about him #so ty for that 🙏🙏

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And next week’s episode is about Kurt and how much he’s progressed in standing up to bullies etc. it’s called Prom Queen - which ultimately was him - so the episode is mainly about him (and that also brings in his whole special thing he’s found with Blaine).

They have to deal with it as the main plot? They have to talk about Blaine and Darren’s input, not just Chris. But why do I think their summary will be all about Finchel and Britanna plus Artie.

Maybe they manage to talk about Kurt without talking about Blaine. I love this storyline. At the beginning Blaine doesn't want to go to prom with Kurt because he is scared and in the end he dances with Kurt, because Kurt was standing there alone and embarrassed. It says so much about both of them.

I don't remember that much about Finchel and and nothing about Brittana. I'm planning a rewatch of Glee - it's been some years. When Artie has a storyline - even a little one - they will talk about that.

My guess for favorite song: Isn't she lovely (Jenna), Dancing Queen (Kevin).

#and that's what you really missed on glee #prom queen

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Hdjdjdej

Anyway, the others and Kevin begin to search. They go to the place where the dance had been performed by Ross in a last effort to search. But Kevin stands mindlessly, pondering what he had done. What had happened on the night of the festival. He begins to cry a little, knowing damn well its probably his fault that all of this had happened.

Streber then walks up, seeming to notice Kevin crying. Kevin tries to hide his tears, but judging by the soft look on Strebers face, he can tell he isn't buying it. Kevin bursts into tears, and begins to apologize over and over. Streber doesn't seem to know why he's doing this, but walks up to him and begin to comfort him the best he can. He pulls him into a hug. Though Kevin doesn't tell him what happened, afraid that he'll vanish too.

After a few minutes, Streber decides to just tell Kevin that he should just head back home for the night. He walks over to Ethan with Streber by his side. Ethan notices the look on Kevin's face, and asks what's up. Kevin only says it's nothing, not wanting to really cause any more trouble than he believed he already head. Ethan seems to kinda buy it? It's clear by his expression though he knows something is up. Streber tells Ethan that Kevin would just be leaving early.

John then shows up with a few other police following behind him. Judging by the way he's speaking, he seems to kinda want something. Ethan seems to know this a little, looking a bit nervous himself. Though after a bit, he and Streber leave off to continue the search after saying goodbye to Kevin. As Kevin just stands there, John begins to talk about how many people had gone missing ever since the festival. Apparently, he was used to it by now, since so many people had died or went missing after the festival had happened. But he confesses that he never really expected to lose two nephews(Radford last year, and Robert in this year) because of it.

Kevin only sighs, and says he understands what he means. After a bit, Kevin leaves off. And heads back home for the night. But he is very worried about what may come the next morning, and whether or not more people might vanish because of him.

The next morning, he and Streber text. The both of them are trying to act as if nothing had happened, not wanting to really upset the other. Streber is being a little bit more gentle and genuine though, even if it's over text. Streber also mentions that Ethan had been a little busy, so if they decided to hang out today, Ethan would probably not be present.

(Stopping so ya can read)

Man, poor Kevin :<

But also... John being related to them makes me wonder if he'd be affected by the "curse" as well

#AU #Higurashi AU #Sunny Tag

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Make Time to Grieve - Christian News Good News

Kevin Stowe, DMin Adjunct Professor, Trinity International University, Florida Summer is a fun time for families. There are visits and visiting, playing at the splash park, going to the beach, vacation Bible school, and many other activities to keep the body and mind busy. It is good when the mind is busy, and if you are like me, your mind may be far too busy. Most of us do not like to think about, much less talk about our grief, but the reality is that we all have loss, and we all grieve. We also carry that grief with us to work, school, and the marketplace even when we may not realize it. For ten years I worked with those who are dying and with the aftermath of the grief from their families. One of the tendencies that I have observed through the years is how we try to escape the grief that is in our lives following the death of a loved one or friend. It seems if we can just push through and not think about the death and the pain and the memories, somehow, we will be okay. Or we might think as Christ's followers that we need to be tough. After all, our loved one was born-again, and they are with Jesus and are in a much better place, Paul did say that we should not grieve as those who have no hope, so we soldier on. Grief in the Bible Paul did say that we should not grieve as those who have no hope, but Paul did not say that we should not grieve. Jesus wept at the tomb of Lazarus. King David was broken at the loss of his son. Job lost ten children, and forty-two chapters of Job are dedicated to his discovering who God is through the pain of his grief. His wife has gotten a very bad rap through the centuries because she said, “Curse God and die.” Job’s readers forget she was also in deep grief. Can you imagine the grief of Adam and Eve at the loss of their son, knowing it was their sin that was the impetus of that death? Then there is Mary at the foot of the cross, watching, waiting, wondering, and then the grief. When we have had the blessing to love deeply, we will grieve deeply. Grief is real, grief is painful, grief is unrelenting! In the first few days, you feel like you can’t think, and your mind is dull. You wish that people would not speak to you. Those first few days are a blur that you may scarcely remember. During the first week or two, you are surrounded by love and help, then suddenly like the death of your loved one – everyone is gone, back to their home, their happy life, their routines, and you are left to grieve, as you now dance alone. Grief is as old as sin. It started when the first couple hid from God in the cool of the evening. They grieved the loss of their innocence, their pain overwhelming. The scriptures tell us that God is near to the brokenhearted. Paul lets us know that God is also the God of all comfort who comforts us. God knows that we grieve. He cares and never leaves us alone. He is an ever-present help in times of trouble. Seek help

When you have lost someone you love, rather than retreating and staying alone, seek out help. You need to verbalize your grief to others. Seek out a friend who is willing to listen without the need to tell you how to grieve. If you do not have that person, find and join a grief group. Unfortunately, our society has taught us at work that we have three or four days to grieve and then our company-paid grief time is over. In three to four days, we are only beginning to grieve and our pain is so difficult. When you do return to work, school, or the marketplace, let those around you know how to help you grieve. People tend to say things like, “How are you doing?” They already know you are in deep grief, but they do not know what to say. Letting others know how to help you will give them something tangible to do rather than saying something hurtful or avoiding you because they do not know what to say or do. Moving back into what was a normal, everyday situation after a loss is difficult. If someone is willing to be a good listener, share your story. Share your story again and again because the more you can talk the better the healing. Because talking through your grief is helpful, you might find that a grief care group is beneficial. There you will gain the understanding that others are on the same grief journey and there is strength in being with others who are grieving, and the normalization of realizing you are not alone. Take time to spend in prayer even if only a prayer under your breath. The Scriptures will be a consistent source of comfort and help. Grief is not easy, has never been easy, and will never be easy. You can make it through, you will arrive at a new destination of normal. Your new normal will not be like the old. You will be changed; you will laugh again. Go easy on yourself through all the changes, as grief is a process and takes time, and remember that even in the hard times of life God loves you.

Kevin Stowe, DMin is an Adjunct Professor at Trinity International University, Florida. Visit tiu.edu/florida Check out this article for more on dealing with grief: https://www.goodnewsfl.org/surviving_grief_from_desperation_to_healing/ Source link Read the full article

#christian #faith #good #gratitude #grieve #make #news #newsgood #time #uncategorized

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The wedding

Lindley married Josh Seals on July 8, 2023! It’s still hard to wrap my brain around - she is married! She’s a wife! The process was fun, stressful, emotional… allllll the things. I wrestled because I couldn’t be as involved as I would’ve liked because it was in Indy. She seemed to struggle planning this huge thing, and trying to keep her mom and MIL happy.🤪 It was a journey for all of us! I’d like to think that we all came out closer and more appreciative of each other tho. Erica kept reminding me that this is what we prayed for- that she would find a guy who loves Jesus and loves her. Period. Nothing else REALLY matters. Other things do matter but not nearly as much.

I cried more tears over this than ever before. But once it was done, my tears have also been done. And for that I am grateful. I was beginning to feel unstable. I’d just melt at the smallest thing. It’s a crazy thing when your child is doing these adult things apart from you. Certainly she has done adult things before this but now her primary support and the primary voice she’ll listen to will be Josh. As it should be. But it’s hard. Hard to reign in my opinions and thoughts and be careful what I share. Hard not to feel displaced by his family who lives close by and they see all the time. Hard to have her not be a Neebes anymore. That was one thing that took me by surprise. I don’t like it at all! 😂Makes me think of my parents and how sensitive or insensitive I was 28 years ago. Likely my mom had similar feelings. Because moms do. It’s seems to be a little bit universal. And human.

But the wedding- it was beautiful! It rained early and then the skies cleared and it wasn’t even terribly hot- how we worried about the heat and the rain. The back up plans- all the options. So much of what worries me- how it would all work in the barn was handled beautifully by Destiny Friesen the wedding coordinator. We talked through every detail, but I still worried. She just did it all- while we got our hair and makeup done and got dressed, she handled ALL the things at the barn. Carrie, Cari and Laurie came down Thursday morning to help with a DIY flower session (I.e. we did all the flowers ourselves with guidance from the florist!), then the Fosses and Lawson’s picked up the food from Bluffton and Caleb Mitchell ran all over Indy getting water and ice. Alair helped set up the barn on Saturday- Kristin and Tim were so helpful by coming early and helping with everything. It was great! It really took a village- and this isn’t every mentioning the Seals village- who set, up, helped with hair and makeup, made breakfast and lunch on the wedding day, worked by serving food, bartending, parking cars, passing out programs, moving benches, and the list goes on! There were so many moving parts that it made my brain spin. But the Lord was so gracious and it was AMAZING! Lindley and Josh just looked so dreamy and giddy. And they looked like they were having so much FUN!! 🕺 💃

Kevin did an amazing welcome, speech and blessing. Mal did an amazing toast, and Kevin and lindley did a hilarious dance. I was THRILLED that I didn’t have anything to do once the ceremony got started. We connected with friends old and new and enjoyed ourselves. We’re so so grateful to the Lord for his kindness.

💕💕Mr and Mrs Seals

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Melodrama

Artist: Lorde

Year: 2017

Genre: Pop, Alternative, RnB

Melodrama is one of the most critically acclaimed albums of its decade. With the album peaking at number 1 on the Billboard 200 albums scoring a whopping 91 on Metacritic and an 8.8 on Pitchfork ranked 460 in Rolling Stone’s Greatest Albums of All Time bagging awards such as Album of the Year in 2017 at Aotearoa Music Awards and even being a Grammy nominee for Album of the Year. But what makes Melodrama so special and adored by the critics and the people?

Melodrama is about a house party. According to Lorde, when you’re at a party there may be a good song playing that will get you feeling good and dancing but there are also moments where you just stare at the bathroom mirror feeling empty and looking horrible. One of the reasons for the mood switch for the album is because Lorde wrote Melodrama after her first real break up but she denies that it’s a breakup album she even stated that it explores the good and bad about being alone. The album is produced by Jack Antonoff who is well known for producing albums for artists like Lana Del Ray, Taylor Swift and Kevin Abstract to name a few.

Green Light was the chosen song as the album's single. It’s a well-made pop song with a chord progression that’ll hook you it’s vibrant, electrifying, and exciting but at the same time, you can feel the desperation in the song with the chanting of “I'm waiting for it, that green light I want it” meaning waiting for the go signal for her to get over the person.

Sober, contrary to its title, is about not knowing what to do when not intoxicated. Lorde compares love to drugs which has been an uncommon analogy but Lorde adds a darker twist to it. The song is an emotional journey with her singing, whispering, and talking all throughout. Like as the lyrics say “You’ll be dancing with us” it really will get you dancing but the echoing of the haunting question “What will we do when we’re sober?” will keep you thinking.

Homemade Dynamite gives off a carefree feel. It's the type of song that will get you swaying with it and will get you singing along to the chorus. The track takes you back to spending the last days of your teenage years without a single care for the world. This song is also about Lorde meeting a stranger that is as eccentric as her at the party and hanging out with them.

The Louvre starts with strumming of a guitar then you hear the kick of the drum in “A rush at the beginning” as if the listener also gets to experience the rush Lorde is talking about. At the drop, “Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make them all dance to it” feels as if we’re also dancing. The song gives off a feeling of being in a new relationship is a “rush at the beginning” and you “get caught up, just for a minute”. The feeling is euphoric as if only wanting to spend time with a person all the time like the lyric “blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you”. The feeling is beautiful and relationships might go south but it's still ethereal like the lyric “But we’re the greatest they’ll hang us in the Louvre down the back but still the Louvre” as stated.

Liability is a mellow ballad and is the beginning of the mood switch of the album Lorde has talked about. In this track, Lorde becomes honest and vulnerable as she talks about the burden of being a celebrity. She feels like a liability to her friends, family, and her lover. The line “So I guess I'll go home into the arms of the girl that I love, the only love I haven't screwed up. She's so hard to please, but she's a forest fire. I do my best to meet her demands, play at romance. We slow dance in the living room but all that a stranger would see Is one girl swaying alone, stroking a cheek”. This signifies that she only has herself; the plot twist of this line is quite brilliant. Lorde made the audience think she actually has someone, maybe a friend or a girlfriend but she was actually referring to herself.

Hard Feelings/Loveless is a track that is split into two parts. Hard Feelings being about struggles in a failing relationship and Loveless being childish. Hard feelings open with the line “Please could you be tender? And I will sit close to you. Let's give it a minute before we admit that we're through”.It is a direct implication that the relationship is dying and this is her last wish to her soon-to-be ex. When breaking up, the phrase “No hard feelings” is often said signifying that they don't really hate each other despite breaking up but in the chorus, Lorde talks about how she actually feels these hard feelings, mainly the bitterness and anger that they split up. In the second verse, Lorde finally finds herself taking care of herself; she now puts as much energy into loving herself as she put into her past relationship. The song also mentioned when lovers drift apart, it's as if everybody already knew and you are the last to know of it and when Lorde said “It’s time to let go of this endless summer afternoon”, she was also talking about how she realized that their relationship is falling apart along with winter now coming in. In Loveless, Lorde becomes cheeky and mad at her ex because he now feels bad that he made her feel bad due to the breakup. She taunts him “Bet you want to tape my mouth shut” because now that they have broken up and Lorde is a singer she would now be making songs about him.

Sober II (Melodrama) is the interlude of the album. Lorde narrates what has happened at the party so far. The song is very hypnotic with the distorted vocals and the use of strings to add a dramatic effect to the song.

Writer in the Dark is a very emotional song. It gives you goosebumps even. The song has layered vocals and Lorde's singing becomes desperate and pained in the chorus. Lorde refers to herself as a writer in this song because she’s a singer who writes her songs. She asks her ex-lover in Liability if he regrets being with her, who is an artist and now writes about him, carrying along their past relationship. She expressed how she tried to make herself small to him because he hated her fame. When Lorde said, “I am my mother's child I’ll love you ‘til my breathing stops I’ll love you ‘til you call the cops on me.” it meant that despite them not being together anymore she’ll still love him forever and how love makes people crazy. But despite that during the hardest part of their relationship she found a superpower being that she now no longer needed others to find comfort she now finds comfort on her own and in her writing.

Supercut sounds like a fun song you could use at parties. Although it is about reminiscing about a past relationship and only seeing the good memories in it just like a supercut, Lorde expresses that she feels like she’s still tied to her ex through their memories. She expresses this with the use of “ribbons” as a metaphor. As she looks back on her memories in her relationship she thinks of things she could've done to save it. Lorde conveys this in the lyrics “In my head, I do everything right. When you call (I’ll forgive and not fight)”.

Liability (reprise). If in Liability Lorde thinks of herself as a burden to her loved ones, in Liability (reprise) she realizes that she’s not. When she repeats the line “But you’re not who you thought you were”, it shows as if she realizes she's not a liability and she internalizes the idea of others thinking she was one. The song gives off a feeling of triumph and relief. It does not have much production because this song gives off a sense of clarity.

Perfect Places is a perfect song to end the album. It’s a sudden burst of energy I could even compare to it like a star shining bright one last night before it enters supernova. And with perfect places being the last song in the album, it means that the house party is now finally coming to an end. Based on the song and how this is set in a party, perfect places is not really a place but more of a feeling. Lorde asks the question “Are you lost enough?” meaning are you lost in whatever vice one is taking. The vices previously mentioned are supposed to bring you to “perfect places''. In the chorus she says “Now I can't stand to be alone” and according to the artist, herself, she dreads being alone because she could hear her thoughts so she parties a lot. In the line “It’s just another graceless night” it signifies that despite the party goers not having issues with taking their substances, they still feel slightly ashamed for taking it and referring to it as graceless act. And at the end of the song Lorde finally asks “What are perfect places anyway” signifying the end of the party.

As one of our professors said “Always start with a BANG and end with a BOOM” and that's what Melodrama did with opening Green Light and ending with Perfect Places. With Lorde being a lyrical genius and Jack Antonoff being a musical genius and making one of the best albums, I could see why the album is well loved. Personally I found comfort in this album especially during the pandemic where I revisited albums I used to listen to and I would do anything just to listen to this album for the first time again. Melodrama has touched the depths of my soul with Writer in the Dark, Liability and The Louvre being my favorites. To conclude Melodrama is a masterpiece of an album and I think everyone deserves to listen to it at least once.

This is Eswen K. and you’re listening to Melodrama.

Review written by Eswen K.

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Y’all acting like suf is mature. Clearly you haven’t seen the Alone Together ep.

#steven universe the movie #steven universe future #steven universe #rebecca sugar #ian jones quartey #cartoon network #connie mahaswaren #come dance with me #cartoons #cartoon #stevonnie #not even just talking about the dancing at the beginning but also kEviN

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I'll Be Seeing You

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Fire!Reader (I hate writing Y/N so reader has a last name "Dubois" courtesy of @ginghampearlsnsweettea)

Inspiration: Kevin being Kevin (Also the "I'll be seeing you" thing between Peyton and Lucas from One Tree Hill), also the lack of Kev fics is simply blasphemous

Summary: Kev doesn't like you walking home by yourself

WC: ~1.3K Warning(s): unedited because I like my work a lil rough 'round the edges, slight sexual tension?

It felt like the night had been dragging on. You’d been having fun, sure, but you felt drained from all the energy spent dancing, talking, and drinking. It was also the end of the day, or more like, the early hours of a brand new day. The festivities celebrating Stella’s promotion were still going on, but you could feel the exhaustion wearing down in your bones. It took you a few seconds to even gather enough vigor to rise from the bar stool and begin making your goodbye rounds with everyone.

You caught Kevin’s eye as you began walking towards the door and so you made a quick detour to where he was sitting. The two of you had always been friendly with each other, whether it be during the times you interacted at work or whenever you ran into each other here at Molly’s. You saw him when he had first come in with Ruzek and Burgess, but now he was sitting all alone with Burgess gone for the night and Ruzek grabbing another drink at the bar.

“Heading home already?” He asked as he saw your crossbody around your frame.

“It’s one a.m.” you defended.

Kevin chuckled, “Didn’t take you for a girl scout, Dubois.”

He accepted the playful swat you gave him on his shoulder while feigning hurt.

“You called an Uber?”

“Nah, I only live down the street.”

Kevin frowned, “Sooo, you’re gonna walk?”

You shrugged, “Yeah, my feet ain’t broke. I always walk when I know I’m gonna be drinking here. No use in driving my car for like two blocks.”

Kevin shook his head in a playful admonishment, “You a first responder, you s’posed to know better.”

He downed the rest of his drink and stood up from his seat. You looked at his empty beer bottle and gave him a pointed glare. It, for sure, wasn’t the first drink he had had tonight. He caught the glare and put his hands up in defense, “What?”

“You a first responder, you s’posed to know better,” you threw back at him, “I know you don’t think I’m about to get in your car when you’ve probably had just as much tonight as I’ve had. And don’t even bring up our difference in size before I make Ruz come over here with a Breathalyzer.”

“Okay, okay, Miss Smarty. And what if I was about to offer to walk you home? Then what, huh?”

You couldn’t help but look away with a smirk at his retort, not realizing that’s where he was going with this. His close proximity to you didn’t help matters as your face warmed up.

“Ah ha! That’s what I thought.” He grabbed his jacket and put it on, “Let me go holla at Ruzek and I’ll take you home.”

You weren’t even given the chance to decline the kind offer before he was off saying goodnight to his partner. You gave a final wave and congratulatory air kiss to Stella before heading to wait towards the door. You heard Sylvie yell a “text me when you get home!” and you smiled and saluted in acknowledgement of the request.

A second later, Kevin had joined you and reached over your head to hold the door open for you to exit. He made a show of silently gesturing “after you” with his hands before following you out into the Chicago night air. He draped one of his shoulders around you and your cheeks warmed as you realized this was the first time that the two of you had touched in this manner. A shake of the hand here, a tap on the shoulder there, but never had either of you been in as close of an embrace as this. Maybe his meager drunkenness had caused him to be a little touchier than normal. And maybe your stupor had given you the comfort to lean into his arm. Either way, you both comfortably walked the path to your place with his arm still around you.

“Seriously, though, you shouldn’t be walking home by yourself. Especially while drunk.”

“Well, to be fair, I’m not always drunk. Sometimes, I’m working shifts and obviously I’m not drinking on the job.”

Even though you were part-owner and didn’t necessarily need the extra cash, sometimes you just enjoyed serving drinks around the establishment and having fun with everyone.

“Still, D.” He wrapped his arm tighter around you as he belabored his point. Your heart skipped at the motion to the point where you shivered a little at his touch. Taking the gesture as if you were cold, he wordlessly walked behind you and leaned both of his arms around you in the attempts of gathering warmth for you.

You grinned at the gesture and allowed your head to lean into his embrace as you two continued walking. The smell of his cologne doused your senses and you wondered if there was a better sensation than what you were currently experiencing.

“Thank you,” you finally said after several minutes of silence.

“For what?”

“Walking me home,” there was more you wanted to say, but the alcohol hadn’t emboldened you that much.

“Always.”

Your steps began to slow as you were a few houses down from your townhome.

“And for the record, if you ever see me at Molly’s, you come find me so you’re not out here by yourself.”

“I walk into burning buildings for a living,” and even though he couldn’t see it, you playfully rolled your eyes. Giggles erupted from your mouth as he launched an impromptu tickle attack on you. It took several moments for your laughter to die down as he kept grabbing you and running his fingers lightly over you. He wouldn’t stop through your bouts of sniggers as he continuously asked, “You gon’ listen to me? Can’t hear you, you gon’ listen to me?”

It wasn’t until you finally conceded that he finally stopped, “Okay, okay! I promise! I promise!”

You pointed to your brownstone and he playfully lifted you up the stairs to your door. You leaned your back up against the door as you two stood face to face.

Your small, bashful smile had returned as you looked him in the eye.

“Thanks again for walking me home.”

You weren’t sure who reached for who first, but you were locked in another embrace as you heard him say “Always” up against your ear.

This should’ve been the part where the two of you separated but you hadn’t moved your arms back and he hadn’t made the move to do so either. If you were listening closely enough, you might even heard the sigh of contentment that emanated from him. His hand came up to your hair and ran a couple of fingers through your curly locks as he tenderly held your head.

His face moved back some until you were eye to eye, or rather eye to chin. He was looking down at you, something of enchantment glimmering in his eye.

“Damn, I don’t wanna leave.”

“I don’t want you to, either.”

The words had come out before you even meant them to and it took several moments for it to register that you had said them. Still, you wouldn’t have taken it back. You might’ve even opened the door and let him in.

The vibrating ring of his phone had interrupted anything further from taking place.

Halstead’s name popped up and you knew that meant that the team had probably caught a case.

When you sighed, it was if you were taking your first breath since his embrace. As if you were tucked under the seas and finally coming up for air. As if the frizz of the air that encapsulated them alone had suddenly crashed down and now they were back to reality.

“Duty calls,” you had said.

He held his phone and internally searched for which words to deliver out of all the words that were thrashing to spill out.

You spoke for the both of them, “I’ll be seeing you.”

He nodded, agreeing with the interlude, with the non-finality of your words.

“I’ll be seeing you.”

A/N: This may not be a formal series but I can see myself writing more for these two. My requests are technicalllyyy closed but I can be convinced to write more 👀 if ppl like it (who am I kidding? I'm writing more even if it's just me and bestie @ginghampearlsnsweettea who read)

#chicago pd #kevin atwater #kevin atwater x reader #kevin atwater x black reader #<- it's really for anyone but i always write black! readers in my head #ok good night i have a busy day tomorrow

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high for this - n. patrick

a/n: self indulgent marijuana fueled nolan smut?? from me?? never!! i started this the last time it snowed but i finally got a chance to actually finish it so i hope you guys like it! tagging @tkafuckit & @hookingminor because truly nothing gets done around here without them lbr

warnings: smut, marijuana

This had to be the worst blizzard to have hit Philadelphia in decades. At least that’s what the weatherman said while his toupee was dangerously close to falling off, an internal bet Nolan had with himself about how long it would be until it flew away in the wind and snow that was shutting down the city. Not only was he snowed in, he was snowed in with Joel and his girlfriend April who’d been pretending like Nolan wasn’t on the other side of the couch for the last hour. Nolan huffs, getting up from his spot on the couch in search of you.

Nolan didn’t like to admit it, but he had a soft spot for you he couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was because you were just as much a weird third wheel to Joel’s relationship as he was. Or it could have been the way he started using hanging out with Joel and April as an excuse to do exactly what he’s doing right now. He walked down the hallway, two doors from the bathroom was your bedroom. He could hear the soft sounds of whatever record you were spinning on the other side, and he took a deep breath before he poked his head and smiled. You were nestled in your bed under a mountain of blankets and a movie on your laptop, “We’re stuck here I think.”

You laugh, an angelic sound bouncing off the walls of your room while Nolan hoped you wouldn’t catch his blush from across the room. You opened your blanket pile, tapping on the other side of your bed for Nolan to come join you. It wasn’t like it was out of the ordinary that Nolan would escape Joel and April to hide out with you, but he was doing it way more often than he used to, “Joel and April are making out aren’t they?”

“April’s five minutes from losing her shirt,” Nolan points his finger up, the sound of April’s giggle from the living room, “I don’t need to see that.”

You’d been in this position plenty of times, Nolan curled up in your bed while Parks and Rec played quietly in the background. Nolan would start off on one side of your bed, and before you knew it you were cuddled into his side while neither of you spoke a word. It was a comfortable silence, never asking for anything more or anything less, “You know, we’re snowed in and there’s nothing else to do…”

“Do you want me to roll a joint?” Nolan chuckles, pushing a piece of his hair from his face.

“You’re just so much better than me at it,” You admit, which wasn’t a total lie. Nolan was the best joint roller you’d ever come across, but Nolan was also the hottest joint roller you knew. It was such a weird thing to be attracted to, the way the paper would roll between his fingers and all you seemed to be able to focus on was how big his hands were, “Please?”

Nolan wasn’t going to say no, mostly because if you were both high he didn’t need an excuse to hold you because you always seemed to snuggle right up to him after. Besides, Nolan definitely wasn’t going to say no when you were pouting with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster up, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t leave you to watch Joel and April fuck,” You tease, pushing Nolan in the chest lightly. You heard him call you cute, but you couldn’t read into it. Nolan was single and in the time since you’d met it was clear he wasn’t fucking around with anyone else. Joel told you it was because Nolan was a little introverted and if he liked he wasn’t going to announce to the world. You didn’t think much of it until you met Kevin who was over the moon to meet the girl Nolan was always talking about. All of your friends seemed to think whatever you had with Nolan was on the fast track to being together, but Nolan never seemed to mention it to you. You open your end table, leaning across Nolan and grabbing your grinder and some bud, dropping it in his hands.

Nolan gets to work, long slim fingers dropping the weed onto the paper gently while you hopped off the bed and pulled out a record. Nolan looks up at you for a minute, a Temple hoodie hanging off your frame covering the shorts you had underneath it. His eyes wandered down your legs, god he wanted you, but he couldn’t even begin to figure out how to tell you. He should let you know that you were pretty much his dream girl, standing across the room flipping a Hozier album in your hands while you picked what you should listen to. It’s about the vibes Nolan, you remarked that to him the first time you ever smoked together, and now Nolan had a playlist just for songs he knew you loved most.

“You’re indecisive,” Nolan hums, watching you put the same record back on it’s shelf and licking the edge of the paper, “Just pick one, anything you pick will be cooler than I would have chosen anyways.”

You turn around sticking your tongue out at him and grabbing a Mt. Joy vinyl to put on, “Did you get that for me?”

“I got it for me,” You defend, holding in the truth that Nolan’s music taste seemed to be weaving itself with your own, “But I knew you liked them, and you never seem to leave me alone.”

“Don’t think you want me too,” Nolan mumbles, grabbing a lighter from your nightstand, sparking up the end of the joint and handing it over to you.

“Wow I get the first hit, what a gentleman,” You joke, sitting cross legged on your bed and watching the smoke fill your room. Nolan loved watching you smoke, the way it would just fall from lips and your voice would get a little raspier. He loved the way your eyes seemed to get hazier and your smile just a bit wider than it usually was, “Excellent work Patty.”

“Glad I could be of service,” Nolan chuckles, your head falling into his lap without a second thought. You both laid like that the entire time you were smoking, sharing the joint while Nolan’s fingers weaving through your hair absentmindedly, “I saw it by the way.”

“Saw what?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion at whatever he was on about.

“Your little helper,” Nolan muses, a tight lipped smile on his face because he could literally see your hazy mind trying to figure out what he was talking about. Nolan didn’t know why he needed to say anything about the very teeny vibrator in your bedside table next to your grinder, “Use it often?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You brush him off, it was Nolan and Nolan teased you all the time.

“You know I do,” Nolan hums, his gaze on you while you were practically squirming in his lap, “The same way that you know I like you but you never do anything about it.”

“Shouldn’t you be making the first move?” You poke open one eye to look up at Nolan. His hands moved quickly, grabbing your thighs and pulling you up to straddle his waist.

“Thought we were more progressive than that babe,” Nolan huffs, his voice deeper than it usually was. His hands were running up your legs, rough calloused fingers against your skin.

“I want to hear you say it,” You challenge, boldly running a hand through Nolan’s hair. Nolan’s heart was stammering in his chest, but when a silly smile danced across your lips he couldn’t help but laugh, “Let’s hear it Patty.”

“I want you, here, now, and every time after this,” Nolan says, his voice sure, steady and clear. His lips ghosed over yours for a moment, “C’mere.”

Nolan wasn’t a man of many words, but he was going to show just how he felt. His hands cascaded down your body, stopping on your ass and giving it a tap while his lips pressed against yours. It was electric, and you wondered why you bothered to kiss anyone besides Nolan, “Nols-”

“Yeah?” Nolan pulls away, cheeks rosy and his breath ripped out his body from just one kiss. You bit your lip, looking at him in the eyes before you spoke again.

“Fuck me,” You whimper, grinding your hips against Nolan’s, pulling a groan from his lips. Nolan’s hand gripped your chin, crashing his lips against yours. His other hand snuck under your shirt, the rough calloused fingers that only lived in your fantasies rubbing against your soft skin. He flipped you over, holding himself up by his elbows while he pressed kisses down your neck.

“I’ve thought about this so many fucking times,” Nolan mumbles, his lips pressed against your skin. You could feel his teeth graze behind your ear, pulling a moan out of you.

“Maybe you should’ve done something about it sooner,” You smirk, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him back in for a kiss, “Could’ve saved me a few lonely nights.”

“Consider those over,” Nolan promises, giving you a sweet kiss before his hands grabbed the bottom of your hoodie to pull it off. Nolan’s lips move down your body, love bites and kisses pressed against your skin while he makes his way down to where you need him most. His fingers slipped under your sweats, looking up at you for the go ahead he needed, you nod eating up the feeling of Nolan’s hands on your bare skin, “So pretty baby.”

Nolan’s finger traced lightly over your thighs, his breath hot against your pussy while you ached for more, “Don’t tease me or I’ll get my little friend out to do the job for me.”

Nolan chuckles at your whine, a finger sliding up your folds, “That’s for another time babe.”

Nolan’s words had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, oh it’s definitely big. His tongue swirled your clit gently, trying to figure out exactly what was going to get you off. You let out a moan, one that definitely carried through the hallway loud enough for Joel and April to hear from the living room. Nolan smirks to himself, wrapping his lips around your clit and sliding one of his ridiculously long fingers inside you. Your hand gripped his hair, tugging on it gently while you bit your lip to stop yourself from being too loud, “Fuck Nolan, faster.”

Nolan nods, a second finger sliding inside of you and curling against your g spot. You grinded down on Nolan’s face, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you in place. You were a moaning mess above him, not caring one bit about anyone hearing you because Nolan’s mouth was magic. It really is always the quiet ones. You were close, Nolan’s fingers sliding out of just when he started to feel your pussy clench around him. You whine, grabbing the back of Nolan’s head to keep his mouth against your pussy but it was no use when Nolan was that big, “Sorry did you want to cum?”

Nolan’s finger was teasing your entrance, watching the way your pussy was clenching in anticipation, you let out a breathy laugh, “Please make cum Nols, I need it.”

All it took after that was Nolan’s tongue around your clit and his fingers curled back inside you for you to cum. Nolan’s name fell from your lips, a sound that Nolan had dreamed of but never thought he’d actually get to hear. Nolan’s eyes looked over at your night stand, grabbing the extra joint he rolled and placing it between his lips. He tossed off his shirt, grabbing a lighter and sparking the end before he blew smoke in your mouth and pressed his lips against yours. You moan at sensation, gripping Nolan’s shoulder to pull him closer. You had him now, and you’d be damned if you were going to let him go.

Nolan kicks off his sweats, taking a few puffs from the joint and groaning when you palmed him through his boxers. He grabs your hand, dropping the joint into yours and pulling off his boxers to let his cock spring free. Your suspicions were correct- it was big, you let out a giggle, Nolan’s eyebrows furrowing at you, “What?”

“I had this bet with myself about how big your dick was,” You admit, taking your own pull from the joint and watching the smoke fill the room, “Not disappointed.”

Nolan laughs, pressing a kiss to your lips and lining his cock up to you. He looks at you, “You’re my fucking dream girl.”

Nolan didn’t spare you a second to react to his words before he slid inside you. He groaned at the feeling, his head pressed against your neck. Nolan’s hips snapped against you, your nails scratching down his back while he railed you into oblivion. You were seeing stars, moans and whimpers falling from your lips and not a single thought in your mind except the fact that Nolan was making you feel so damn good, “Cum for me again, c’mon.”

Nolan’s deep voice was rumbling against your neck, his dick twitched inside of you in need of a release. You clenched around him, your legs shaking from pleasure. Nolan pulled out of you, spilling onto your stomach with a loud fuck. Nolan collapsed on top of you, the both of you trying to catch your breath. He rolls over, pulling you close his chest, “I meant what I said, I wasn’t just trying to get laid.”

“I know,” You hum, snuggling closer to his chest, “Think April and Joel heard us?”

The last thing you heard before you finally let the exhaustion take over your body was a we did in unison from April and Joel down the hall.

#my writing #nolan patrick #nolan patrick imagine #greasy stoner boyfriend #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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